Lyrics:
When the cat
Starts a new day
Singing songs
To a Blue Jay
Drinking tea
In a garden by the street
Infused with daises on a tree
Both are hiding in
comes to sleepers but a dream
So I'm on my Method Man shit about my cream
You know what I mean
Business proposing
Weather from by the ocean
Your team
I, am an everyday rudebwoy
(yeah, celebrity face, ain't it true enough?)
So where I rest I'm stressed by the 5-0 (here we go)
Cops drive around
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Singing sweet Sadie at the funeral with pallbearer's physical onslaught
This is my era only J Kagel that I mirror I need that Jay Z billionaire
UGK riding
Jay Z
Like JD, money ain’t a damn thing
H to the O, bring your main thing
These hoes on Longway's dang dang
Balmain mix matched with the Hermes
HK,
drop no flex zone
Pretty much feeling swae
Got the blueprints out like Jay Z
The henny got me dancing like Swayze
GC my drip so wavy
Gunning for my spot
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show
My dough flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom?
Maybe this Cristals'll change
Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show
My dough flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom?
Maybe this Cristals'll change
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
Big bag don't mean everything wavy (JD on tha Track)
I got ninety-nine problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my
Braveheart for life
[Repeat: x8]
"Z-z-z-zone out"
So y'all wit me? Yea, what, yea
Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man
Tuck in your
Ba mi lo Ghetto
Ma fo, ma worry, mo wa pelu e, ton ba be, won ma je blow
I don format myself, so now my body count is back on zero
Ma run e pa bi
a real nigga
Educated in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, Jay'Ton and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, they know
We so toed,
There's your ticket out the ghetto
Take flight right here
Sell me you go bye bye here, " damn!
There's a different set of rules
We abide by here
You need
"Aloha baby, word life
You're looking fly"
I said "My name is Jaz, and you did amaze me"
When she said "The rapper?" "yeah
Me and partner Jay-Z"
My
a run up on n****z gunnin em down
And you confess dat I'm da best so who's touchin me now ?
Shipped three hundered thou wit a freestyle
F***in you
And then, Jay-Z, Biggie, Hill be the MCs
God said daughter you next pick up the pen please
And now I use to mic to plant seeds
So when they mention who's
can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back blastin' that good ol hip-hop
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope
talk about it if you ain't live it
I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas?
Where
promo let the streets talk
Raised in the ghetto by the fellows
So he street smart
Line every other rapper up streets chalked
O.G. wit da PEN OMG
Give
to learn the prices
Y'all can't sell me bullshit
Y'all be on that Mike shit
Always trying to bite shit
Do you even write shit
Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Hold
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